Out of nowhere, Andy suddenly found himself surrouned by skeletons wearing sombreros. "Ã‚Â¡Ataque!" one of them yelled, waving a Spanish rapier in one of its boney hands. Andy was cut down, chop by chop, by the dead Mexican army.
Meanwhile, Castle relaxed in a lawnchair on an adjacent hill, sipping a margarita and listening to the sounds of a soft Mexican guitar. His friends had returned with him from the Caribbean.
"Ã‚Â¿SeÃƒÂ±or Castle, perhaps ju would like one of dees nice Mexican bonitas to keep ju company, eh?" one of them asked. Castle just waved his hand. "I'm having enough fun watching the show, Pedro. Thanks, though."
He thought it strange that even though the men were but skeletons, their mustaches were still visible.
"He didn't just eat their bodies, he ate their souls."